¶ We cannot believe that it has been sixteen years since we gave gym mogul David Barton a thought! Did he really get married to Susanne Bartsch in a loincloth way back in 1995? That little boy that the nudieweds held (he was wearing more than a birthday suit, thank goodness) is now approaching graduation from St Ann’s in Brooklyn. How the tempus does fugit! Tim Murphy’s profile would bring it all back, if we’d been there in the first place. ¶ Moby, now ensconced in the Hollywood Hills, is not going bankrupt anytime soon, but he finds it easier to stay off the sauce when he’s not in Manhattan. Sobriety must also have induced the “techno musician,” né Richard Melville-Hall, to answer Joyce Wadler’s probes about his interesting chilidhood — it seems to have distracted her from taking an interest in his relationships (not really). ¶ Bob Morris’s piece about Gotham’s misbehaving canines makes it clear that the brutes are merely acting out their owners’ neuroses. When doggies bite, it’s the lunk at the other end of the leash who ought to be shipped off to rehab. (Same goes when kiddies bite.)

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